Lyrics
Spoken: This song was introduced to me by the late Cripple Clarence Lofton,
titled «I Don’t Know»
I’m gettin' sick and tired of the way you do
Good kind papa gotta poison you;
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these mornings, find your own self dead
She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'
I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'
She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know,'
My oh my oh my; I don’t know, what my baby puttin' down
The woman I love, she got dimples in her jaws
The clothes she’s wearin' is made out of the best of cloths;
She can take and wash, she can hang 'em upside the wall
She can throw 'em out the window
And run out and catch 'em a little bit before they fall;
Sometimes I think you has your habits on
She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'
I said, 'What should I say to make you mad this time, baby?'
She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know,'
My oh my oh my; I don’t know, what my baby puttin' down
My papa told me, my mother sat down and cried
Say, 'You're too young a man, son, to have the many women you got'
I looked at my mother then, I didn’t even crack a smile
I say, 'If the women kill me, I don’t mind dyin
The woman I love, I won the week before last
The woman I love I’ve got out of class;
I thought I won you, baby, a long time ago
If you don’t watch your step, I’m gonna have to let you go
She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'
I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'
She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know'
I don’t know; I don’t know what my baby puttin' down, puttin' down